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As Mo Zhaoyun's voice fell, the door to the office was pushed open. Mo Zhi entered with a document in his hand, walked straight up to the desk and handed the document to Mo Zhaoyun without even glancing at him, as if he had not noticed the other Gong Wan’er sitting on the sofa.

Mo Zhaoyun quickly finished reading the documents, signed it, and handed it over to Mo Zhi. At the same time, he said: "I won't be coming to the company tomorrow morning, wait for me to come back first."

Mo Zhi was surprised, although Mo Zhaoyun was not a workaholic, he would rarely be absent, but he did not probe further, and quickly replied: Alright, Boss Mo, I understand.

"Yeah, it's fine now."

Mo Zhi left with the documents in his hands, and only then did the stiff Gong Wan’er become relaxed, as if he was fighting a war. He turned his head and saw Mo Zhaoyun sitting at the desk with a serious look, and felt extremely angry.

Gong Wan’er's actions were too big, and were already noticed by Mo Zhaoyun. His pillow was also easily caught by him, and the man still had a beautiful and benevolent look, a faint doting smile hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"If you're still unhappy, why don't you come over and play around with me?" Mo Zhaoyun couldn't help but tease his wife when he saw her huffing and puffing.

Gong Wan’er snorted, he rolled his eyes in disgust, "I was hitting you and I still feel like my hands are in pain!"

"How about a few bites?" Mo Zhaoyun touched his lips while smiling, the meaning behind his words was very clear.

Gong Wan’er became angry from the embarrassment, grabbed her pillow and threw it at her, shouting angrily: "Shut up! Go look at your documents, you scoundrel! "

Mo Zhaoyun had definitely done it on purpose just now. Mo Zhi had clearly already knocked on the door, but he was still inside slowly giving her a pillow and a phone.

It was nothing much, but after being delayed by him for a moment, it had definitely become something.

Gong Wan’er felt that he had lost all his face, and he was unsure if he could still face Mo Zhi calmly in the future.

Mo Zhaoyun grabbed the pillow that was thrown at him. Seeing that Gong Wan’er looked like he wanted to find a hole to hide in, he felt a headache.

Wife's face is too thin how to do, online wait, very urgent!

After work, Mo Zhaoyun and Gong Wan’er did not delay any further, and directly drove to the Old Residence of Mo.

When Mo’s Mother saw that the two of them had arrived, he was very happy. He pulled Gong Wan’er's hand and said, "I got aunty to cook a few dishes that you love to eat."

Mo Zhaoyun followed behind his mother and wife. Looking at Mo’s Mother's passionate look, those who didn't know what was going on would think that he was their son-in-law while Gong Wan’er was their daughter.

"Thank you, Mom." Gong Wan’er laughed tenderly: "Mom is still the best."

Hearing this, Mo Zhaoyun frowned, he was a little unhappy, no matter how good his mother-in-law was, could she still be a good husband?

Seeing the displeased look on his son's face, Mo’s Mother suddenly laughed mischievously: "Really? Is it better than summoning Yun for you? "

"Summoning Yun only knows how to bully me. Mom is still the best!" Gong Wan’er pouted and said with some dissatisfaction. It was obvious that he was still worried about what had happened in the afternoon.

Mo’s Mother's gaze swept across his daughter-in-law's slightly red and swollen lips. He smiled without batting an eyelid, thinking that the two of them were not far from having a grandson in their arms.

Mo Zhaoyun saw through Mo’s Mother's expression clearly, then he looked at his wife who did not notice anything, and laughed helplessly. Then, he pretended not to know, and did not warn Gong Wan’er.

If Gong Wan’er knew, her mother-in-law would have guessed some unspeakable things from her red and swollen lips, she would probably be too embarrassed to look anyone in the eye.

"Dad."

"I'm back, let's eat first." papa Mo was in a good mood as he greeted his son's wife and wife to take a seat.

Because he had planned out the route beforehand, papa Mo would probably need to leave for a month this time. Before leaving, he would be able to have a meal with his son.

Mo Zhaoyun sat down next to Gong Wan’er, scooped up a bowl of soup and placed it beside her and said: "Drink some soup to moisten yourself first."

"Yes."

Gong Wan’er responded, then quickly scooped out another two bowls for Mo’s Mother, beaming: "Dad, Mom, drink the soup."

"It's better to have a daughter-in-law. She's my parents' intimate little cotton-padded jacket." Mo’s Mother glared at Mo Zhaoyun as if he was hinting at something.

Mo Zhaoyun looked at Gong Wan’er who had a face full of pride, and laughed, then looked at Mo’s Mother and said: "That was also the intimate little cotton-padded jacket I found for my parents."

"Alright, stop showing your love to your parents. Hurry up and eat!" Mo’s Mother still could not stand his son's sudden narcissism.

Gong Wan’er secretly glared at Mo Zhaoyun, then picked up a piece of chicken and sent it into Mo Zhaoyun's bowl, "Hurry and eat!"

Mo Zhaoyun and Gong Wan’er would eat dinner at home, but she would never give himself food. Thinking about her previous actions, Mo Zhaoyun finally understood the hint his wife gave him, and could not help but smile.

"Dad, mom, let's eat."

Mo Zhaoyun cooked for the Mo’s Mother as usual, with a normal expression, but was extremely touched. He looked at Gong Wan’er, his heart pressing down.

His son had been sensible since he was young, and was independent, so he did not need to take care of himself and did not need to worry about anything. Although the mother and son were close, but he had never done small things like picking food.

The family of four finished their dinner in a warm atmosphere. Mo’s Mother and Gong Wan’er snuggled onto the sofa and watched TV. It was rare that Mo Zhaoyun and papa Mo did not go to the study to discuss stuff.

On the television, the supporting role was heart-wrenching as she shouted at the male lead, "Why don't you love me? I love you so much …"

Mo Zhaoyun was completely confused by the news, and it was not easy to tell his wife and mother that he was not going to watch any more, so he could only casually pick up a magazine and read it.

The papa Mo had already been married to the Mo’s Mother for dozens of years, and even if they were in the wrong, he would still be able to read such a melodramatic story with the Mo’s Mother without blinking. Thus, when he saw his son pick up the magazine, he smiled unkindly.

"I heard that the Chen family has been doing a lot of things recently?" papa Mo suddenly asked.

Mo Zhaoyun paused for a moment, before replying in a bland voice, "It's just a clown."

"Hades is easy to see, but a small ghost is hard to deal with." Although the papa Mo had retreated, he was clear about the Chen Family's reputation, especially Chen Chen's character.

Mo Zhaoyun knew what his father was thinking, but he did not care about Chen Chen's unconventional methods, if he truly had the ability, he would not have done so much, and in the end, did not manage to snatch the project from his hands.

"Dad, I know."

"Yes." papa Mo also knew that Mo Zhaoyun was a person who never boasted. Since he was so confident, he definitely had the ability to deal with him.

After watching the TV show, the papa Mo took the red-eyed Mo’s Mother upstairs to bed. Mo Zhaoyun also pulled Gong Wan’er back to his room.

"Let me see, you're going to cry, aren't you?" Mo Zhaoyun looked at his wife's bloodshot eyes, and could not help but tease her: "They are arguing, what are you crying for?"

Forgive Mo Zhaoyun for not being able to see the contents of the unhealthy topic that they were arguing about for tens of minutes, but what was there to cry about?

"I didn't cry!" Gong Wan’er took a deep breath and snorted: "Even if it's a bullshit TV show, there are still some things that poke at tears. I've been infected by the actors' emotions."

Gong Wan’er's teardrop point was a little low, it was mainly reflected on the television. A little bit of romantic love could cause her to tear up, let alone a story of a life and death parting.

Of course, she knew it was fake, but she just couldn't control it.

Mo Zhaoyun lovingly pinched Gong Wan’er's cheek, and gently smiled: "Alright, my wife is kind, gentle, and soft-hearted; it's not good to see others."

Gong Wan’er scoffed, pushed Mo Zhaoyun away and went into the bathroom to wash up, Mo Zhaoyun frowned, then suddenly laughed, turned and followed him into the bathroom, casually locking the door.

Because he had to send Mo’s Mother to the airport the next day, Mo Zhaoyun did not dare to cause too much trouble either. After taking Gong Wan’er in twice, he did not continue any further.

When he went downstairs, the salutes that the Mo’s Mother papa Mo was about to bring were already piled up at the profound entrance. It was obvious that the breakfast time was long gone.

"Dad, Mom." Gong Wan’er was embarrassed and angry at the same time.

Mo’s Mother obviously knows why his daughter-in-law got up late. She was completely happy to see it, so why would he blame her?

"It's alright, you youngsters think too much. Alright, hurry up and go eat. Don't be hungry anymore." Mo’s Mother laughed. No matter how he looked at it, Gong Wan’er felt satisfied.

Although he knew that the Mo’s Mother would not keep this matter to himself, after hearing it from her personally, Gong Wan’er felt at ease and felt slightly more embarrassed.

After Gong Wan’er ate and cleaned up a little, he and Mo Zhaoyun sent the Mo’s Mother to the airport.

"I'm still a bit worried about Mom and Dad leaving like this." Gong Wan’er frowned slightly. After all, they were old.

"Mom and Dad used to go abroad often as well, but that was because of the business. Now, they're just playing around. What are you worried about?" Mo Zhaoyun had inherited the strengths of his parents. Although he would still worry about his parents outside, he wouldn't worry about them too much.

Gong Wan’er rolled his eyes at Mo Zhaoyun, "How can it be the same? "In the past, there were many people following him, but now, it's just his parents. Although the elder's body looks strong and healthy, what if he's sick?"

"I say, mom likes you so much. Look at how sweet your mouth is …" It happened to be a red light, so Mo Zhaoyun went over to take a bite of Gong Wan’er's mouth.

Gong Wan’er didn't think that Mo Zhaoyun would dare to be so disrespectful while he was on the road, and fiercely glared at him. In the end, he was still afraid that was driving, so he didn't go over to pacify him, and only hatefully said: "Mom is good to me, so of course I'm good to mom as well."

Mo Zhaoyun laughed, thinking that there was nothing wrong with that. At the very least, he could easily solve the problem that others were worried about for his wife.

After waiting for the airport, Mo Zhaoyun went to the counter to exchange his boarding pass, and gave his greetings to the convoy. Then, he returned to the hall and handed over his ticket and passport to Mo’s Mother.

"It's about time. We went to the security check."